I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

"Hmph. Who knows." Morgan lowered his head and continued to prepare his own potion.

A faint, seductive fragrance came out from the potion, and she poured the potion into the stored reagent drop by drop.

"What's this?" Arturia asked, pointing at the potions.

"A powerful version of ecstasy, soul, magic, and medicine." Morgan said as a matter of course.

Arturia asked in distress: "Why do you have to prepare these things?"

"Is there a need to ask? Of course it was used against the king." Morgan said.

"Why use this kind of thing on the king?" Arturia asked.

"Of course it is to get the king's blood!" Morgan said as a matter of course: "Although the king promised to return the throne to Pendragon, who knows if the king will go back on his word? If he gets the king's heir, even if the king backs off, In the end, it has to be inherited by the heirs. In this way, the throne will belong to Pendragon [-]%."

"There is no need to do such unnecessary things. The king has never been greedy for the throne and royal power." Artoria said.

"Heh heh heh——power is the most likely to corrupt people's hearts. This is the case now, but who knows in the future." Morgan turned her head away so that her face could not be seen, but her tone was very firm.

"Ahhhhhhh——, let me go! Let me go! You witch! Isn't he the king of noble knights? He should also be a noble knight. How can he turn against his allies? Let that despicable Guy, come see me!"

The white mouse, whose limbs were bound by mithril steel wires and hung in the air, struggled and shouted.

Morgan reached out and grabbed one of its beards, pulled it out with a little force.

"Aww! It hurts, damn witch! How could you treat me like this? I'm the most beautiful mouse in the world!"

Morgan took out a thin iron whip and beat the white mouse.

"Ow, ooh!"

The white mouse screamed incessantly.

Morgan stopped his hand, showed a gentle smile, and said, "I heard that you have extraordinary wisdom. Come—tell me, how can I make the king drink this potion?"

"I'm a big devil, I won't give in!" the white mouse yelled.

"Huh?" Morgan's face turned cold.

"Need...need time to think about it...no...don't be so nervous...a good solution will take time."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded, showing a sunny smile again.

Turning around, Arturia had disappeared.

"Have you already left? Hmph. My stupid sister, can't even let go of cruel words? I'm going to take the throne!"

"what--"

"Why does it feel like there is one bottle less potion?"

Morgan counted and felt that the number was right.

Her math is not good, although Wang taught basic math, but she didn't learn it.

"Is it eighteen bottles or nineteen bottles?"

Morgan gave up thinking about it. This kind of question is meaningless. Even she herself didn't care about the quantity. What she needs to care about is how to make the king drink it.

"Have you figured out a way?"

"Thinking! Thinking!"

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Shirou arrives at the prison where Altruchi is being held.

This is the prison that Shirou specially arranged for Eltruchi.

A dark prison, empty of people, surrounded by engraved spells of Merlin and goblins, Eltruchi couldn't break free, and couldn't bring the Moon King down.

She was imprisoned in the center of the prison, locked on a chair, her hands were tied behind the chair by iron chains made of mithril, her face was covered with black mud, and everything except hearing and touch was blocked. up.

This also caused Elt Lucy's sense of touch to become more acute than before.

Shirou didn't punish Erte Luqi, but just imprisoned her here and dealt with it coldly.

"Hey, I've been trapped here for so long, and someone finally came over. Let Yu guess, who could it be?" Eltruchi pursed her lips, "It's that wriggling bug, King Arthur is right Bar?"

Shirou came in front of her, knelt down, looked at her face, and said, "I'll give you a chance to tell me everything you know about Zhu Yue. I'll let you go."

"Hehehe... Yu Nai is Zhu Yue's successor, how could she expose Zhu Yue's information?" Elt Lucy smiled gracefully.

"I'll beat you with a whip," Shirou said.

"It's useless, it's a mere pain, how can it be changed?" Erte Luqi sneered, showing a contemptuous expression.As the half-blooded princess of the Dead Apostle and True Ancestor, she has already encountered many battles since she was born, and she has long adapted to the pain.

How could a mere pain make her change her mind?

All that follows.

"Really, then don't blame me for being rude." Shirou said.

Eltruchi showed a contemptuous face.The so-called torture is nothing more than whipping, some painful punishment. This kind of thing is indeed terrifying enough for ordinary humans, but it is useless to her.

Erte Luqi was mentally prepared, so she didn't feel scary, but wanted to laugh.